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Created on: October 28, 2008 Last Updated: November 17, 2008
He became Gone
the way that people do
when they reach the going.
Not gone like in another room or house.
Not away on a visit or vacation.
Nothing was packed or locked or arranged.
He just went and now
he has become Gone.
Understand.
He will not come back with
arms full of groceries
wearing that yellow floral Jimmy Buffet shirt-
Won't walk in with a smile and a
six-pack at 8:00.
He won't call.
There are no phones when you
have become Gone.
So many ways and degrees of going,
but no leaving can rival the final departure.
He left alone and arrived alone,
leaving us to wonder where and why he had to go. . .
why he had to be Gone.
But Gone he is.
He is Gone.
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